Spring Break
I've been working out lately, five times since last Tuesday. Shelle is my workout sensei, as I'm kind of workout-machine-illiterate. It's awesome opossum and I can already tell a difference in my stamina. Right now I'm mainly doing interval resistance on the elliptical machine.
I am going to the Grand Freaking Canyon for spring break. We're (Clark, Vicky, Shelle, peggy_the_angel and me) road-tripping it on up there and will proceed to camp, hike, and cave the heck out of the landmark. We're doing this without the expected aid of showers...Vicky says she'll french braid my hair so it won't attack people with craziness. I want to find some thermal underwear, but Wal-Mart was out of my size.
I got little boy's hiking shoes!! And duct tape!! Rock out!
I can't find my freaking food dehydrator. Man. I was going to make apple leather for the trip. Lots of it. *shakes fist*
Dad is going to the hospital to have his heart worked on this Friday. The top two chambers are still not working properly and he's having a hard time getting around without getting exhausted. As I understand it, they're going to first attempt to get it started with some drugs and if that doesn't work...they're going to stop it and restart it. We're all very nervous, but it should be a fairly safe procedure.
We're going to church together tomorrow. I've found myself praying more lately.
Martyrdom is alluring. The victim doesn't have to take blame. A Persephone awaiting a rescuer. It's no way to live, though, and live is too dang short to actively try to be unhappy...even if it's "not your fault."
I am going to the Grand Freaking Canyon for spring break. We're (Clark, Vicky, Shelle, peggy_the_angel and me) road-tripping it on up there and will proceed to camp, hike, and cave the heck out of the landmark. We're doing this without the expected aid of showers...Vicky says she'll french braid my hair so it won't attack people with craziness. I want to find some thermal underwear, but Wal-Mart was out of my size.
I got little boy's hiking shoes!! And duct tape!! Rock out!
I can't find my freaking food dehydrator. Man. I was going to make apple leather for the trip. Lots of it. *shakes fist*
Dad is going to the hospital to have his heart worked on this Friday. The top two chambers are still not working properly and he's having a hard time getting around without getting exhausted. As I understand it, they're going to first attempt to get it started with some drugs and if that doesn't work...they're going to stop it and restart it. We're all very nervous, but it should be a fairly safe procedure.
We're going to church together tomorrow. I've found myself praying more lately.
Martyrdom is alluring. The victim doesn't have to take blame. A Persephone awaiting a rescuer. It's no way to live, though, and live is too dang short to actively try to be unhappy...even if it's "not your fault."